Sunsets of a Broken Empire.

Sunsets and Sunrises..
One is the end of a seemingly undistinguished day ..
the other,
the start of one.

From one-
comes light.
Peaking over mountain tops..
finding it's way through valleys.
Cascading into windows
and through cracks in
white picket fences.

It brings into plain view,
everything that was ever wrong.
The brightness reveals
broken branches,
and wilted flowers.

The sunshine exposes bad hair days,
ugly sweaters, and ragged shoes..
the sunshine exposes truths
that every human, wishes to mask.

Sunsets are our masks,
bringing with them the comfort of darkness.
It burrows into every crevice,
every broken branch,
and wilted flower.

Darkness blankets the unrefined surface,
revitalizing the broken,
readying them to face yet another
undistinguished day.